One day, Mr. Wang, the shopkeeper, took some plasters to the temple fair. On the way, he met a lame beggar, who was ragged and stank. The beggar saw Mr. Wang, stretched out his lame leg, which had a small sore, and asked Mr. Wang to treat it. Mr. Wang took a look, took out a plaster, and stuck it on the sore, saying, "It will be better tomorrow."
The next day, Mr. Wang met the lame beggar again and asked, "Is it better?" The beggar replied, "No, it hurts even more."
Mr. Wang lifted the plaster and saw that the sore had indeed grown larger. He said, "I'll give you a stronger plaster. If it doesn't get better, come to my house." Then he gave the beggar another plaster.
The next day, early in the morning, Mr. Wang was about to go out when he saw the lame beggar waiting by the door. Before Mr. Wang could speak, the beggar started cursing, "You really cheated me! The plasters from Zhangde Prefecture are all fake!"
Mr. Wang lifted the plaster and was shocked to see that the sore had grown as big as a bowl. Feeling very apologetic, Mr. Wang said, "I'll give you a better plaster." He then helped the beggar into his house.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, a large yellow dog pounced and bit the beggar's leg. Mr. Wang quickly grabbed the wooden stick from the beggar and hit the dog, killing it. The beggar laughed, "We can have dog meat today."
Mr. Wang ran to the back yard, found some precious herbs, and prepared a new plaster for the beggar. When he came back, the beggar was eating roasted dog meat, with a few pieces of dog skin spread out beside him.
The beggar took the new plaster, pressed it onto his leg, and then picked up a piece of dog skin and covered it over. After a while, the beggar lifted the dog skin plaster, and the large sore had disappeared, which was quite miraculous.
Mr. Wang took the dog skin plaster and was deeply moved. At that moment, the lame beggar suddenly disappeared, and he realized it was the immortal Li Tieguai who had come to impart the divine formula.
Qin Yongjian finished telling the story in one breath, and Su Hang had already applied the plasters, using two and leaving three.
"So, the dog skin plaster came from this? Does that mean it's a divine formula?" Zhao Dami's eyes lit up, and his chest trembled.
"Dami, can you be less naive? There's no such thing as immortals in this world; it's just a legend." Qin Shiyu rolled her eyes at Zhao Dami. Compared to the legend, she was more eager to know if the so-called family heirloom plasters Su Hang brought were effective.
"If there really is a divine formula, Grandpa Qin's leg will definitely get better," Zhao Dami said.
"Grandpa, how do you feel?" Shuai Yu was not in the mood to join their conversation and stared intently at the dog skin plaster on Qin Yongjian's leg, ready to rush him to the hospital if anything went wrong.
Su Hang's plasters hadn't been inspected by the drug administration, and he had applied them to his grandfather without hesitation, which was quite reckless. Qin Yongjian had a wound on his leg, and if it got infected, it could be serious. Shuai Yu regretted not stopping him earlier.
When Shuai Yu spoke, everyone looked at Qin Yongjian, waiting for his reaction. They were all eager to know if Su Hang's plasters were as miraculous as he claimed or just a fake.
Qin Yongjian came to his senses, felt carefully, and his face showed surprise, "Well, it does feel cool and comfortable."
"Really? What about your right leg?"
Qin Shiyu's eyes brightened. She knew the condition of Qin Yongjian's legs, especially the right one, which was very severe and usually felt nothing but pain.
"It's also cool and comfortable." Qin Yongjian's face still showed surprise. Before, both feet had been in constant pain, with occasional sharp pains. But after applying Su Hang's plaster, the pain had significantly decreased, and the sharp pains had stopped.
"So, it really works?" Qin Shiyu was quite excited.
Su Hang said, "It should work, but I can't guarantee how strong the effect will be. This plaster can last for three days and can only be used once. If it doesn't work within three days, applying more won't help."
"Wow, Xiao Hang, your plaster is really miraculous." At this moment, Qin Yongjian exclaimed in surprise. The four people were amazed to see that Qin Yongjian's left foot, which had been immobile, was now moving slightly and even lifting a little.
The plaster had only been on for a few minutes, and the effect was almost immediate. Qin Yongjian felt a cool energy seeping from the plaster into his legs, moving up and down, like a long-clogged drain being gradually cleared, which felt very pleasant.
The condition of his right foot was slightly worse, but he could now move his toes. Qin Yongjian was sure this wasn't just a placebo effect; he even felt an urge to stand up and walk.
"Grandpa Qin, don't move too quickly. Take it slow. The medicine needs time to work; this is just the beginning," Su Hang calmed the excited Qin Yongjian.
Although he said he didn't care about the legs, who would want to live with bad legs if there was a chance to get better?
"Okay, okay, no rush." Qin Yongjian nodded repeatedly, but it was clear he was very excited. Who would want to spend the rest of their life in a wheelchair?
Seeing the effect, Su Hang felt more at ease. The system's gift was indeed miraculous. If it worked as described, the plasters should be enough to heal Qin Yongjian's legs.
However, until the last moment, Su Hang didn't dare to make any conclusions. The four of them sat on the sofa and chatted.
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"Miraculous, truly miraculous."
An hour later, Qin Yongjian could be supported by Qin Shiyu and walk勉强地 on the ground. Shuai Yu and the others were amazed. In just one hour, the medicine had taken such a significant effect?
Although walking was still difficult, Qin Yongjian, who could only rely on a wheelchair and couldn't move his legs before, could now walk with his feet.
Su Hang examined him, and the swelling on his knees had reduced significantly. The wounds were starting to scab, and the blackened skin was gradually regaining its color. Some areas were even peeling, and it was barely recognizable as a pair of feet. The condition was much better than before.
"Su Hang, is your family's heirloom plaster really a divine formula from Li Tieguai?" Zhao Dami was amazed. He had never seen a medicine work so quickly and effectively.
Su Hang smiled awkwardly, "Who can say for sure about our ancestors?"